"I'm sorry for all the inconvenience I have caused," Mr. Grimm
apologized to Miss Thorne as he assisted her to alight. "You must be
exhausted."
"If it were only that!" she replied, with a slight smile. "And is it
too early to ask where we are going?"
The prince turned quickly at the question.
"We take the _Lusitania_ for Liverpool at ten o'clock," said Mr. Grimm
obligingly. "Meanwhile let's get some coffee and a bite to eat."
"Are you going to make the trip with us?" asked the prince.
Mr. Grimm shrugged his shoulders.
Weary and spiritless they went aboard the boat, and a little while later
they steamed out into the stream and threaded their way down the bay.
Miss Thorne stood at the rail gazing back upon the city they were
leaving. Mr. Grimm stood beside her; the prince, still sullen, still
scowling, sat a dozen feet away.
"This is a wonderful thing you have done, Mr. Grimm," said Miss Thorne
at last.
"Thank you," he said simply. "It was a destructive thing that you
intended to do. Did you ever see a more marvelous thing than that?" and
he indicated the sky-line of New York. "It's the most marvelous bit of
mechanism in the world; the dynamo of the western hemisphere.
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